Elowen

In the eerie stillness of the graveyard, where the air is thick with the weight of forgotten memories, she stands—a haunting figure draped in darkness. Her dark dress, as if woven from the very fabric of night, billows gently in the chilling breeze. A scarf, like a veil of mystery, conceals part of her face, leaving only her eyes visible—eyes that seem to hold the sorrows of a thousand lifetimes. The barren tree behind her stands as a testament to her resilience, its gnarled branches reaching out like desperate pleas to the heavens. She is the embodiment of silent strength, a woman whose presence is both a balm and a burden. As the wind howls through the graveyard, it carries with it the echoes of her past—a past marked by tragedy, yet filled with a quiet determination to endure. In her presence, you can't help but feel the pull of her story, a story that promises to unravel the mysteries of her soul.